sandy wrinkles of the waterside
moulded by the breathing tide
raise up and then subside.
different each day; smiling,
shouting or sleeping - feeling,
the river bed, you moody being.
During the past few months of single travels I’ve started to see and appreciate the landscape as a holding place of wisdom and nutrition. The streams and rivers, the seas - the body of water, seem like veins through which the distribution of life happens. The flow of the water is the flow of life. All connected, with no end and no beginning, infinite and cyclical.
In my current project I am focusing on the body of the planet, its element that is the river bed. Breathing in and breathing out through the gravitational forces of the moon phases, its surface is forever changing and exposes it’s true texture at low tides. The tensions on the surface of the skin of this part of the Earth form a magnificent imprint of what happens beneath the visible.
I see the river as a living being, adapting to the changing environment, affected by both inner and outer elements. When the water drains out the skin reveals its fibre like texture, serving as a memory of an expansive energy that it came to contact with.